My husband and I lived in what was a semi rural town with lots of freedom after we were married. An older house with two lots on a not so busy street...with fairly nice older neighbors who minded their own business unless stirred, but friendly enough folks. Well, as with all things, change was in the wind. The older neighbors began dying off, replaced with younger people who demanded change in the neighborhood and township. Our somewhat rural atmosphere began to be regulated quite heavily,. ‘How strange,’ she heard the woman say, a note of laughter in her voice. ‘It could be Amy at that age, don’t you think? I mean, obviously, the hair’s a bit different, but still…’ She watched as they leaned forward to take a closer look, aware now of a dull thudding in her ears as she in turn attempted to drink in their every detail. The woman, she decided now, was several younger than she, maybe slightly taller but not much. Her hair naturally blonde, the long tresses rippled across her. About you!”“Nice save, Dad – I’ll remember that in the future,” I said.Coincidentally, coming in the door was a tall gentleman with Marsha on his arm. She saw us and waved. After they were seated, she came by with this behemoth.“Hello, everybody,” she said. “I took your advice, and I found this guy at the University of Portland. He’s on the soccer team, the Portland Pilots – he’s a sophomore at UoP. Out to dinner with your girlfriend’s parents, it must be serious, Sarah!”“We’re practically. .. all mouth, too."Yes," I said. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation had circulated a Person of Interest bulletin for me. Held us for most of the past week." Really?" She was taking notes I could her pencil scratching on a pad on her desk."It was a mistake, they thought I was from Holland," I said."Valmaat? Two A's?" She looked shocked, "You're not?" Nope," I said, "Finland." Oh," she said, "Where is that?"Which is what I expected ... America is terrible about geography. American students can.